Chapter 98 098 Give Yan Lu a cheat, Zhang's father is back from a "business trip"!

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Ming Dongheng was silent for a moment.

Director Chen did not learn proper martial arts, but he also knew about the Towu Club.

"Miss Bai," he thought for a moment, then explained to Bai Yu, "The Towu Club only recruits masters in each field. It was only a small domestic club before, and it was not so strict at that time. It's just that now it has expanded to the whole world, and getting in means you are at the top of your field, but it's as difficult as ascending to heaven to join."

"Let me put it this way, as far as I know, in the past two years, only Yu Shen in the country received an invitation letter last year, and her special weapon is the spear."

When a club develops globally, it means that the threshold is extremely high.

Yu Hongyi joined the Dongwu Club and became an ordinary member. Her status in Jiangjing also rose. The Yu family also changed from a second-rate family.

Ming Dongheng drove the car into the main road.

When Director Chen was talking, he just nodded to show his agreement.

"What did you learn?" Bai Fu listened to English in her ears, but it did not delay her conversation with Ming Dongheng.

Ming Dongheng, "Boxing."

He learned serious boxing.

Bai Fu leaned back in the chair, tapping the screen of the mobile phone with her fingertips, thinking for a while: "Then you haven't practiced it to the point of mastery..."

To practice boxing to the point of mastery is to achieve "inner self-cultivation, tranquility and emptiness."

Bai Fu remembered the invitation letter Xiao Qi gave her last night. She didn't read it after she went back. She didn't know if it was the one Ming Dongheng and the others were talking about. She

would check it out after she went back in the evening.

The car slowly drove to the library.

Bai Di took Jiang He to the second floor, where Ning Xiao and Tang Ming were already doing their homework, sitting upright.

Seeing Bai Di coming alone, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister Di," Tang Ming leaned back in his chair and asked about the notes he and Ning Xiao had made, "How is that good guy learning? Is this pace okay?"

"Not bad," Bai Di put the book on the table slowly, and directed Jiang He to help her get two books from the bookshelf at the back, "I'll go check his results next week."

Tang Ming and Ning Xiao both believed in what they had done, "He should be able to learn well, he shouldn't be that stupid."

Jiang He slowly brought the book that Bai Di wanted.

Bai Mi helped him open the milk, put a straw on it and let him drink it, then patted his head and sighed.

She didn't say anything, but Tang Ming on the opposite side said earnestly: "Little He, you have to drink more milk to grow taller."

Jiang He drank the milk in one breath, looked up at the book in Tang Ming's hand.

Then he slowly took out his own book to read.

Tang Ming subconsciously glanced at the book Jiang He was reading -

"Everything is Complex"

Tang Ming: "..."

Ning Xiao glanced at Tang Ming and didn't say anything, but that glance probably meant "Why did you have to be so mean?"

Bai Mi didn't write the question immediately, but took out a piece of white paper.

She wrote neatly on it.

After she finished writing, there were two unread messages on her phone.

Bai Xi took a look and saw that it was sent by Lu Xiaohan——

【Is it here?】

Bai Xi clicked on the picture——

【1】

**

On the street at the entrance of the Book Association.

After several bus routes were opened, some entrepreneurs were preparing to open shopping malls and supermarkets here. Originally, this was the old city area. The alleys for seven or eight miles were all old houses, which was similar to the entrance of the city gate.

Lu Xiaohan saw a man sitting on a shoulder pole by the roadside, holding a string in his hand, performing the play "The Monkey King Strikes the White Bone Demon Three Times" for a group of children watching.

His fingers were skinny and his skin was wrinkled, much like tree bark.

But the puppets in his hands seemed to be alive in his hands.

"Grandpa," Lu Xiaohan squatted in front of him with his phone in hand, and watched him perform the Monkey King carefully before asking politely, "Can I shoot a video for you?"

"What video?" The old man looked up, revealing a haggard face with very cloudy eyes.

Lu Xiaohan thought for a moment, "My classmates said you are amazing, and I am a blogger, and I want to shoot a video for you and post it online so that more people can see you."

The old man was stunned, "... Me?"

Lu Xiaohan looked at him and nodded.

"But..." The old man was a little hesitant, "Will anyone like to watch an old man like me?"

He couldn't even find anyone to accept as a disciple.

"How come no one likes it?" Lu Xiaohan patted the children around him, "Children, do you think Grandpa's Monkey King is good-looking?"

"Good-looking!"

The children said in unison.

Lu Xiaohan took out his mobile phone with a smile, "Grandpa, I will record the puppet show for you first. If it is convenient, can I go to your house later and record your daily life?"

When Lu Xiaohan said that he wanted to record his puppet show and

post it online for more people to see, the old man quickly stood up from the shoulder pole.

He took out his own unique skills from behind and performed a puppet writing show for Lu Xiaohan. The string he was holding was obviously soft, but he held the puppet and wrote with a momentum that penetrated the wood.

This is real kung fu.

Lu Xiaohan is very talented in video photography. She chose various angles, took pictures of the puppets, and then took pictures of the Monkey King. Finally, she followed the old man to his home. The

old man's home is not very far from here.

The two chatted as they walked over. During the process, Lu Xiaohan learned that the old man's surname was Tao.

There was only one room, and various puppets were neatly placed in it.

"Do you live alone?" Lu Xiaohan looked around and saw no signs of other people living there.

The old man rolled up a cigarette and nodded, "My grandson is afraid of these, and my son asked me to throw them away, but I couldn't bear to do so, so I moved in alone."

Lu Xiaohan took the phone and took some pictures. "Grandpa Tao, I'll come to see you next week and shoot another scene."

Grandpa Tao smiled and said, "Okay."

He went back to the bed and took out a box of milk that had been stored for a long time and gave it to Lu Xiaohan.

Lu Xiaohan went out with the milk.

Clicking on her video account, she hasn't updated in the past few days, but because of the last clip, the number of fans is still growing, and the number of fans has reached 5.6 million.

The videos she edited are of high quality, but lack some science fiction technology.

Opening Jian Zhongyou's dialogue box on a daily basis——

【Today? 】

Eat a big bowl: 【No. 】

Lu Xiaohan watched their increasingly concise conversations and felt that one day she and Dean Jian would sooner or later become like Bai Zhu——

【1? 】

【1. 】

**

Evening.

Bai Yu took Jiang He to Zhang's house by bus.

In the backyard of Zhang's house, Yan Yu was still holding a rifle.

This is what Bai Yu told her, even if it is just a showpiece, she must learn to hold the rifle and hold it steady.

"She is still practicing at twelve o'clock every night," Zhang's mother looked at Yan Yu's back and talked to Bai Yu, "She prepares breakfast before six in the morning, and then holds the rifle here."

Yan Yu was practicing shooting, and Sister Xin didn't come. She was outside helping Yan Yu find notices and opportunities.

Bai Yu looked at Yan Yu's straight back, and the momentum of holding the rifle was not as soft as before, so she nodded.

In less than a week, Yan Yu already looked a bit like someone who could hold a gun.

Yan Lu is going to perform, so she doesn't need to learn to be as good as a master, but even if she is just a show-off, she still needs a certain level.

"Take a break." Bai Yu handed the towel to Yan Lu.

Yan Lu's lazy long hair was tied behind her head with a rubber band. She is living her life very seriously now. "Thank you."

Jiang He sat on the steps, holding the grapes washed for him by Zhang Ma.

He looked up at the two of them while eating.

"Here," Bai Yu handed a piece of paper to Yan Lu, "Take a look."

Yan Lu wiped the sweat off her face, put the towel away, and looked down at the paper Bai Yu gave her.

After getting the paper, Yan Lu was stunned.

"This is..."

Some customs and etiquette of the Dayong Dynasty are recorded in history books, but there are not many books on the market that cover this topic. Yan Yu would read books on this subject during breaks when she was holding her gun.

After all, acting requires understanding the living environment of a person, especially when she is auditioning for a historical drama.

But no one is more complete than the one Bai Yu gave her.

It is densely written about daily life, occasions and etiquette...

even the personality analysis and character biographies of the Bai family. She wrote them very thoroughly. How much reading does it take and how much data did she check to be able to write so detailed?

Yan Yu pursed her lips. She didn't know how to thank Bai Yu.

When she asked Bai Yu this, Bai Yu, who was snatching grapes from Jiang He, said, "..."

How much data did you check?

This is just a piece of cake.

"Ah," Bai Yu said calmly after eating a grape. She turned back calmly. She had a slender figure. "I used to study literature. I was interested in this period of history, so I studied it more..."

She talked freely.

Yan Yu was confused and finally just stared at Bai Yu's face. "Yeah, that's right."

Bai Yu raised her eyebrows. The lazy and beautiful girl was very good at coercing people: "Go and pick up the gun."

Yan Yu took the rifle, and when she was holding the gun again, the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

There was a knock on the back door.

Bai Yu opened the Jiangjing University app while opening the door.

Outside the door was a slender middle-aged man.

His eyebrows were thick and neat, and his eyes were bright and energetic.

Seeing Bai Xi, he grinned, very friendly, "Student Bai, are you here to play with our Xiaoze?"

This is Zhang's father.

Because Bai Xi and Lu Xiaohan often walked together with Zhang Shize, Zhang's mother and father are very familiar with Zhang Shize's classmates.

As he spoke, he walked inside.

"Hey, Xiaoyu!" Zhang's father was very surprised to see Yan Yu, "Why are you back to Xiangcheng!"

Seeing Zhang's father, Yan Yu put down the gun, his voice choked, "Uncle!"

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you, kid?" Zhang's father and mother are people who can't stand seeing their children cry, especially this is the child they have watched grow up, "Don't cry, don't cry."

He walked over and patted Yan Yu's shoulder.

Inside the house, Zhang's mother heard the sound and came in with a rag.

After Zhang Shize's judgment, Zhang's mother was very positive. Seeing Zhang's father coming back, she couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say you would be back tomorrow?"

Every time Zhang's father went out, he would give her a date.

Basically, he would come back on time, and sometimes he would tell Zhang's mother in advance if

he was a few days late. Zhang's mother would not disturb him when he was away on business.

"The task was completed ahead of time," Zhang's father's heart sank slightly when he saw the two people's appearance, and his expression became serious: "What happened? Where is Xiaoze?"

He realized that something was wrong.

Bai Shi saw Zhang's father coming back, so he didn't disturb the family to talk, but waved Jiang He to come over.

Say goodbye to the Zhang family.

Jiang He got up from the ground, walked to Bai Shi, and held the corner of her white clothes.

Zhang's mother wanted to keep Bai Xi here for dinner, but Bai Xi turned her head slightly and declined politely.

Zhang's father and mother watched Bai Xi leave with Jiang He. Zhang's

father took a closer look at Jiang He, and he felt a little familiar, but this was the first time he had seen Jiang He. However, now was not the time to talk about this.

He closed the back door and said in a deep voice, "What happened?"

"Fortunately, lawyer Chi, A-Xi, and Mr. Jiang are here," Zhang's mother wiped the corners of her eyes, "everything is fine now..."

**

Half an hour later.

Zhang's father finally heard the whole story from Zhang's mother and Yan Lu.

"Uncle, I..."

"This is my fault," Zhang's father took out a cigarette, his face sullen, "Uncle promised your father to take care of you, but he didn't do it well, and this brat did it for me. Xiao Lu, you have to forgive uncle."

Yan Lu's eyes were filled with tears, and he just shook his head without saying a word.

Zhang's father smoked a cigarette and stood up, "You two wait at home, I'll go see that kid."

He walked quickly.

Yan Lu and Zhang's mother didn't react.

"Little Lu," Zhang's mother glanced at Yan Lu, "We need to make an appointment first, right?"

"Uncle should go outside to take a look." Yan Lu took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhang's mother, his eyes also looking out the door.

Xiangcheng Prison.

In the west of the city.

A cement road leads to the prison gate, deserted.

Zhang's father drove the car to the gate, parked and got out.

The tall iron gate opened from the inside, and two people came out from inside. The leader saw Zhang's father and hurried forward, "Mr. Zhang, we have arranged it."

"Yes." Zhang's father did not have the usual warm smile on his face, and went in with a sullen face.

The two took him to the small room.

Wait for the door to close.

A prison guard asked the man next to him, and he couldn't help but wipe his sweat: "Boss, what's going on? Who did we lock up?"